The sun bleeds to death On the nights are the worst these days It takes too many pills to control this Then I hear your voice ringing out Through these telephone lines again And you say Hey love, come home I'll protect you As if you control tomorrow This sweet talking devil That lives on my shoulder He looks so damn fine In his three piece red suit And he sounds so convincing When he tells me I'm drowning I know that the only thing keeping my lungs filled with air is you And you say Hey love, come home I'll protect you As if you controlled tomorrow And you say Hey love, come home I'll protect you As if you controlled tomorrow And I almost believe you I almost believe